“Don't be a cutie pie, okay?”

“Excuse me?" I said, palms down on the Formica tabletop. "Coffee? I thought we came here for pie." "I don't eat the kind of pie they serve here." I felt a flash of heat go through my stomach. I knew firsthand the kind of pie Ranger liked.”

“Don't go into Mr. McGregor's garden: your father had an accident there; he was put in a pie by Mrs. McGregor.”

“We must have a pie. Stress cannot exist in the presence of a pie.”

“I like the lemon meringue pie but I don't like the way Americans leave out the 'r' at the end of a word.”

“On the independence of irrelevant alternatives: Morgenbesser, ordering dessert, is told by the waitress that he can choose between apple pie and blueberry pie. He orders the apple pie. Shortly thereafter, the waitress comes back and says that cherry pie is also an option; Morgenbesser says "In that case I'll have the blueberry pie."”

“Labor is not fighting for a larger slice of the national pie. Labor is fighting for a larger pie.”

“How about this?' Simmon asked me. "Which is worse, stealing a pie or killing Ambrose?"
I gave it a moment's hard thought. "A meat pie, or a fruit pie?”

“There may be "pie in the sky when you die" but how the pie is dished out on the ground has considerable existential relevance.”

“… oppression is as American as apple pie…”